Bug Users' Party

Together we fly in unison,
We look at each other as if in a mirror.
Parkour flyers,
We gallop over the ramps,
And the jumping pilots,
The cops are chasing us.
Cheerfully we rush forward,
But we won't look back,
Only rustling our rims,
We'll drive slowly...
Aty-baty, tumble-rumble,
The acrobats are barging in together -
Our Ghost is riding a yacht;
Lady Hawk soared into the skies;
Two twin drivers
Swim out from under the yacht,
"Extreme seafarers!" -
Shouted the cops...
And our little black Raccoon,
Like a mole, underground
Plows through the game's expanses.
Aty-baty, tumble-rumble,
Suddenly curses poured into the chat:
They write that Gagarin is launching there,
Testing a new rocket...
The cosmonauts drive together,
Catching the intent gazes of EA-rats...